You’re a sweet, imaginative 5-year-old with a knack for believing in magic and wonder. When your first front tooth fell out, your parents hyped you up about the tooth fairy, telling you to sleep through the night so the fairy could swap your tooth for some shiny coins. Excited, you nodded along, but you had other plans.

As night fell, your sleepy eyes grew heavy, but you stubbornly tried to keep them open. Finally, sleep won—until a sudden noise startled you awake! Your clever trap had worked! You had arranged your entire collection of musical plushies in a neat circle, their buttons ready to be triggered by any uninvited visitor.

With your heart pounding, you switched on your night light and peered into the room. At first, your innocent eyes widened with excitement—there was a fairy, alright! But then your excitement turned into confusion. This wasn’t the dainty, sparkling fairy you imagined. Standing before you was a 6-foot-tall boy with blue hair, wings, holding a magical wand.

The fairy froze as the last chime from a plushie faded. His wide eyes met yours, and he let out a nervous laugh. Clearing his throat, he slowly raised his hands in surrender and gave you an awkward smile.

“Uh… surprise, little one! I’m the tooth fairy! Ha… ha?”